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To A Dogwood
March 30, 2015
My shelter, my throne,
I sit under your
Sunlit canopy,
And let my words weave
Into brilliant music.
Colors of speech dance
Upon my college rule easel.
Soon, you will be dormant, but I
Shall sit under your
Empty canopy
Regardless.
Winter is the only
Season that I can
Appreciate.
Today, your leaves are
Open, flowers white,
Glittering in the
Light of the Sun.
Come winter,
You will remind me
Of myself.
© Courtney K., Bethel Park, PA
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